Good evening lovely Mumsnetters! (am a bit pissed, so will try to be coherent). What. A. Day.
First things first, well done to whoever (sorry, drunk, can't scroll back) spotted my t-shirt on Redbubble. There's 20% off with SAVESAVE20 today - I've worn it fairly regularly since October and it still looks great.
Anyhoo, ManMonday. It was all a bit secretive because we know the TRAs watch us on here and on Twitter so we didn't want to advertise it because we are all about peaceful protest. We had half a dozen women swimming, and about the same handing out leaflets and talking to the men. I think it was enough to make an impact, but not so many as to be massively intrusive. Perfect, if you will.
I emailed the Corporation of London about self ID trans inclusivity a month or so ago and received confirmation that we were welcome in the ponds we identified with, so no rules were broken.
It turns out, however, that the super-woke rules don't match up with the bylaws. The lifeguards called the rozzers on us and we were summoned to speak to them. I was out of the pond by them as I had run out of patience talking to a man who called us "petty and Edwardian" many times so I said I'd round everyone up. Seems rounding up self ID transmen swimmers is like herding cats
but we got out of the pond. The super cross, manly, policemen took us to a side area and got their telling-off-book out and said we were in breach of summary offences, at which point I wibbled. Fortunately one of the other chaps said "Sweary has an email" so they asked to see it and changed their tune.
They told us, once we were changed and outside, that we had breached some bylaws but because the email was ambiguous they wouldn't take action today. No names or addresses were taken, but they will feed back to their Chief Constable. So the rules and the bylaws don't marry, fancy that.
Most of the men we spoke to - inside and outside moved from outraged that women were in their pond to agreeing with us in a matter of moments. I have a very fond memory now of a very grand old chap swearing at us in the ponds, and then when he realised we were on the same side outside having a lovely chat and a bit of a cuddle.
Anyway, all of us who do this are brave. Amy and I are the people who are at the front but there were a good dozen very brave women behind us, who are amazing.